You’ve crawled under live barbed wire, climbed over giant wooden obstacles and waded through rivers of other people’s pee only to come out on the other side to adjust your headband crooked and rub mud on your face for the post-finish photos at the Tough Mudder.
You’ve pushed yourself to the limit staying up all night with strangers in a sweaty van someone got from Enterprise smelling like ski socks and re-heated Panda Express waiting for your turn to run like three miles in a Ragnar Relay.
You’ve thrown your back out in the name of doing one more burpee than the stay-at-home day-trading dad next to you at your “box’s” Cross-fit super regionals.
You’ve gotten touched up with chalk like the concrete in front of a first-grade classroom in The Color Run, hit it hard like Gerard in a Spartan Race and even jammed with some incredibly awkward-and-hungover…
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